Taboo Master

Chapter 17

Time passed slowly, winter turned to spring in a blink of an eye, the weather got warmer and warmer, and I suffered for another few months in anxiety.At this time, I have already practiced the second "exorcism" tactic, and during this period of time, nothing unusual happened, neither night monsters nor men in black, but only increasingly heavy homework And the atmosphere is getting more and more tense, because I am about to enter the third year of high school, and the legendary college entrance examination is getting closer and closer to me.

I have kept the "Dongtian Stone" given to me by the man in black, but in the past few months, I have run home several times, but I have always returned disappointed. Makes me very worried.

The tense days are always tough, but they don’t feel long. In the blink of an eye, a year has passed. I am already a senior high school student. The seasons are changing quietly. There are still two days left before the college entrance examination. It's been more than a month.

As I am getting more and more busy studying, I seldom run home. Although I am not very concerned about the university entrance examination, my grandfather said that only by entering the university can I go out and have more opportunities To investigate family secrets.

But where can I go?Whenever I think of this question, I feel confused. My classmates are discussing about studying the college entrance examination volunteers, but I hesitate again and again, not knowing what I should choose.

I sadly thought that my fate was doomed from the very beginning, and I had no right to choose at all.

In this campus, I am like a passer-by, a stranger, a transparent person, a person who should not exist, I am out of tune with everything around me, I have nothing to do with everyone, even, on the campus of youth, that Inadvertently, the scorching eyes cast from a distance retreated sadly under my indifference. Everyone said that I seemed to come from another planet.

The only thing that is gratifying is that in these three years of life, I have not developed other advantages, but I have been able to write a good hand since then. I do not know how to start to like to study calligraphy, and I have written a lot of copying posts. Of course, in During this period, I have proficiently written all of Grandpa's three-character formulas.

These three characters are "town, drive, break."

After a period of study and research, I gradually understood that the ancient Chinese character culture in China has a history of more than 6000 years of evolution. According to the process, the sequence is: oracle bone inscriptions, bronze inscriptions, small seal script, official script, cursive script, regular script, running script .Abbreviation: Jiajin Zhuan Li Cao Kai Xing.

I collected some information and compared many ancient Chinese characters with each other, and finally found that the three characters my grandfather taught me seem to be closer to the bronze inscriptions of the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

Bronze inscriptions, also known as Zhong Dingwen, are the collective name for inscriptions on bronze wares in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and belong to the category of seal script.

At that time, the writing in the world was not unified, and various writing forms coexisted in the world, such as oracle bone inscriptions, bronze inscriptions, stone drum inscriptions, ancient six kingdoms inscriptions, etc., collectively known as seal script.

Later, when the Qin Dynasty unified the six kingdoms, Prime Minister Li Si simplified the above-mentioned multiple characters and sorted out a common font, which is Xiaozhuan.

After many comparisons and references, I can finally roughly confirm that the characters my grandfather taught me should be closer to the bronze inscriptions, that is, the inscriptions on bronze wares during the Shang and Zhou dynasties.Bronze ware in ancient times can generally be divided into two categories: ritual vessels and musical instruments. Ritual vessels are respected by tripods, and musical instruments are mostly bells. Therefore, this kind of writing is also called Zhongdingwen.

Obviously, this is more in line with the characteristics of this kind of writing, because I have always believed that since the ancestors of the Han family were inherited from the ancient taboo masters, they must have the responsibility of offering sacrifices and praying. Zhong Ding was used for such occasions in ancient times. Ritual vessels, musical instruments, and words engraved on bells and tripods must also have some mysterious and unknown power, and have the energy to communicate with heaven, earth, ghosts and gods.

These researches of mine are actually just for personal reasons. I just wanted to find the origin of the abilities of the taboo masters of the Han family, but they still attracted the attention of many people in the school. Because of my good handwriting, I also participated in several school organizations. In the calligraphy competition, he actually won the first place every time, and became a geek in the school for a while.

But at this time, someone in the village sent a message, saying that grandpa is back and asked me to go home. This made me overjoyed. It has been more than a year since grandpa left. Sometimes I even think, Is grandpa never coming back again?
I ran back home in a hurry and excitedly. Sure enough, the door of the house was open, and there was smoke curling from the roof. Everything in my memory finally came back to me at this moment. With the dry pipe in his hand, he looked at me with a smile.

"Grandpa. Where have you been?" I walked over quickly, called out to Grandpa, and my throat choked up.

Grandpa is old, but in this short year, he seems to be several years old. His gray hair is almost completely white now, there are more wrinkles, and his back is a little bent. Only that smile, Still as warm as ever.

"Son, don't worry about it this year. Grandpa just went to see a few old friends. When I get old, I just want to walk around. Otherwise, I might not see you. Come and let grandpa see, um, I've grown taller and stronger, I'm about to take the college entrance examination, how is my study going, did you listen to what Grandpa said?"

I nodded again and again: "I have always remembered what Grandpa said. I have written out all the three words, which are 'town, drive, and break', right? I have already practiced it, but I have never had a chance to use it. Also, the college entrance examination I'm going to apply for a volunteer in the future, but I don't know where to go, grandpa, I"

I was so incoherent that I wanted to pour out all I had to say for more than a year. Grandpa smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, Grandpa knows that you are coming back soon, and the meal is ready, let's go in and talk slowly."

Grandpa lifted the lid of the pot, and the familiar aroma of Zongye rice wafted up. I couldn't help but feel good. This Zongye rice is my favorite. It is made of glutinous rice and jujube, served with peanuts, placed on Zongye, and then served A steamer, covered with a layer of zong leaves, and then steamed over a slow fire.The rice steamed in this way has the fragrance of zongzi leaves, and it is not as troublesome as peeling off layers of zongzi. When eating, dip some white sugar, it is fragrant and sweet.Although this Zongye rice is simple, it is still a good memory that I will never forget.

When I was eating, I told my grandfather about the weird incident a year ago, and told my grandfather about my experience outside. This has almost become my habit. This time, after a year, I The memory is still fresh, the speech was thorough and thrilling, and even grandpa's face changed when he heard it.

Especially when he heard the mysterious black-clothed man who appeared after the death of the night devil's son, he frowned even more. After eating a little, he put down the bowls and chopsticks, and slowly paced around the room.

"Grandpa, what do you think is that night devil?" I asked anxiously.

Grandpa didn't answer me right away, but stopped suddenly, knocked on the table with his cigarette pouch, and said seriously: "Where is that stone, take it out for me to see."

I hurriedly took out the cave stone from my schoolbag, put it on the table, and said, "Look, grandpa, this is the stone that the man in black gave me. I have been hiding it in the cabinet all this year, and I am thinking about it." , Could it be that this thing wards off evil spirits, and that night demon didn't come to look for me?"

Grandpa turned around to look at the cave stone, his face suddenly changed, he waved his hand to stop me, grabbed the stone quickly, and examined it carefully against the light.

I couldn't help feeling anxious, looking at Grandpa's serious expression, I asked carefully: "Grandpa, what's the problem? What exactly is this?"

Before I could finish my sentence, I suddenly saw a layer of blood rushing to Grandpa's face, and the hand holding the stone trembled violently. The next moment, his body shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out!

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you!"

I was taken aback, and rushed to help my grandfather, but my grandfather ignored me at all. I saw him holding the blood-splattered stone with both hands, screaming suddenly, and fell to the ground forcefully.

"Snapped!"

After a crisp sound, the stone was smashed to pieces by Grandpa.
(End of this chapter)